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Fate of Man

The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending.
Thinking about it, impulsively I
contradict God against humanity.

Little murder here and there
of nihilism, sweet smell of faith,
taking any road to reach the climax,
to die for the zeroism.

An outsider becomes the altered hero,
you would find the unimaginable,
lamenting and bleeding, blunting
the eagerness, the spark.

We will inherit the crowned homes,
the brief interlude between crime and award.
The mud, the water, the slugs
will decide the fate of man.

poem by Satish Verma
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Outsider

(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future's clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
Know that i'm nearer i smell damp air
I ain't tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if i can't remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like i never reach mexico
They're heading me off every place that i go
I'm sick of the fact that i've got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know they're near to me, i don't have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
They won't find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunter's haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Outsider

(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my futures clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and theres sweat everywhere
Know that Im nearer I smell damp air
I aint tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if I cant remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach mexico
Theyre heading me off every place that I go
Im sick of the fact that Ive got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know theyre near to me, I dont have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They aint far behind, theyre always on my mind
They wont find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Never Ending

(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The climax before death

Death is the goal for living things.
Each death has a climax on the eve.
The hero succumbs in the climax.
How horrible it'd be is one's fate.
23.01.2012.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crime and Murder

Crime and Murder,
If crime was right,
0h, how would the world be?

That murder is a disgrace,
maybe a thought for a genius,
but not all official thought,
Maybe hell is other's,
Taking us there,

The dogma has never killed the indifferent mind,
Oh yes history never changed, by these burden's,
We will wash all we did,
First World and Second World war's,
Keeping haunting us,

If we never live by the Sword,
We will never kill all these burden's,
Of Killing and Crime,
Robbing and Taking.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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Rosalie

Of the sweet smell of a rose,
Of the coming of a baby into this world;
Rise up and look!
For her name is Rosalie.

A red rose into the world so sweet,
The love from a lady in red;
Red roses, red roses!
Of the pink ladies to visit the world;
Rosalie, welcome to the world so sweet.

To be born and be named Rosalie,
Dated on the 23.03.2006;
Welcome into the world so sweet!
To you the roses bloomed,
To you a joy is praised,
Mathias and Verena are your parents;
And beauty was your day of birth.

Like the sweet smell of a rose,
You were born on your grandmother's birth date;
So let the pink around you bring up the roses like,
The sweet aroma around you too.
Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie! !
Enter into the world so sweet and,
We will remember this day always.

You are the sweet smell of a rose,
Like the coming of a baby into this world;
For, we will rise and look!
And your name is Rosalie.
Welcome into the world so sweet,
Of the pink ladies to swing the muse like your type and,
Rest on the sweet aroma lying invisible ever around you;
For you have made our day by receiveing you into this world!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Neither situations nor people can be altered by the interference of an outsider. If they are to be altered, that alteration must come from within.

quote by Phyllis Bottome
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We all must drink the water of life

Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!

Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival

Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival

Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty

Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction

The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.

poem by Allen Steble
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Not To Take Other People Seriously

a father has a child to take care
mothers have fathers
they form a circle of their own
and you who is outside
this circle,

why take them seriously?
when you are an outsider and an outsider is always an outsider

there is no way for you to be there
for as old as humanity
those that belong to them be it chattels,
slaves,
things,
pots, kettles, horns,
sticks, glasses,
dresses, coats and ties
and children
and parents
and grandparents

they always have themselves
and you do not have them
as they do not have you too

so if i were you
and as you consider me a wise man
take time with your journey
enjoy every moment
pick those flowers along the way
whistle
dance
and if you must
plunge into that cool river beside the path
at the foot of the mountain
savor the water
relax
and just be yourself

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hero

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way

song performed by by Mariah Carey from Music Box
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I chose my way

The road I took came to a fork.
I had no choice but to decide
which of the two paths I would walk.
One narrow way, one broad and wide.

Whichever path I choose to take
a question lingers in my mind.
Perhaps I’ve made a grave mistake
but I press on leave doubts behind.

The narrow way; I made my choice.
Although I chose impulsively
I listened to some inner voice.
That whispered it was right for me.

I reached my goal successfully
which made me what I am today
Although I wonder where I’d be
if I had gone the other way.

Once you decide don’t second guess
but execute the choice you made.
The only way to reach success
is to keep on unafraid.

20-Jan-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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In live action movies, you just hope that everything works. Because the actor may had a bad morning and doesn't play good, or accidents happen continuously. Many things contradict what you are trying to say. But in cartoons, nothing contradict what you want to say.

quote by John Hench
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Inherit The Wind

(words & music by eddie rabbitt)
Baby dont fall in love with me
Ill only bring you grief
Baby, dont set your heart on me
Ill only have to leave
cause the north wind flows through my veins
Like my dad theres a dream in my brain
In the morning Ill have to leave again
Thats how it is when you inherit the wind
Inherit the wind
Daddy, he was a traveling man
I hardly knew his face
Momma, she cried for him at night
He never stayed in one place
cause the north wind flows through my veins
Like my dad theres a dream in my brain
In the morning Ill have to leave again
Thats how it is when you inherit the wind
Inherit the wind
Oh I cant give you the love you need
I just wont be here that long
But if you still want me here tonight
Ill love you till the break of dawn
cause the north wind flows through my veins
Like my dad theres a dream in my brain
In the morning Ill have to leave again
Thats how it is when you inherit the wind
Inherit the wind
Inherit the wind, inherit the wind

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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When your hero falls

when your heros falls
your heart ceases to exist
all sense of moral values sent to a 6 ft ditch
God, please dont forget me
when your hero falls
your world is so bleak
who's there to inspire me teaching from the prophets (pbuh) got me thinking.
when your hero falls
and you see their hurt
unable to do the superhuman things they use to do
God, please dont forget me
and when i die i hope i'm buried a true muslim and join the ranks of those who helped and showed love to each other
its funny the people who inspire me have mostly passed away my mother the sole survivor of my list of heroes,
I shed a tear when i read Pac's Poem about his hero's fall
its gotten me on my knees hoping my mother never falls
God, please dont forget me and have mercy on those who died life was short for all of us, reading a homicide and scences from a murder scene leaves my soul aged and stressed.
when your hero falls
you cease to function, the everyday activites are thrown out of balance
its why we need find the strength to live and keep your hero's memories alive and never lose faith in god

poem by Hasan Adan
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The joy of the road

It’s a big joy
to take the road
and drive past cornfields
and to get the sweet sour smell
that water leaves there
for the first time
in your nose.

It’s a big joy
to drive on a road
that allures black in front of you
and goes up and down through the landscape.

There’s something indescribable
if you become part
of the sun and the wind
and with a motorbike
to find your place
in the world around you.

There’s something magical
to hear the insects
in the bushes
outside of Pieter Maritzburg
and to smell the summer sun
on the plantation trees.

Still greater is
to catch the smell of the see
on the wind
to see the blue waters
lying in the distance,
while free like a bird
you drive nearer to it.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

murder
murder murder
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murder murder
murder murder
murder

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Messenger of Hope

Wind,
No matter how strong,
No matter how little,
Will always,
Mean so much to me.
Wherever I am,
In this unimaginable world,
I can always feel,
The wind,
As it comes and goes,
And travels across,
Your imagination,
Across the oceans,
To a land unknown,
And touches the cheek,
Of another person,
Another life.
Which is why,
I like to believe,
The wind can carry,
Anything and everything.
Like the sound of music,
The smile of a child,
The spirit of an individual,
Or the smell fo something you long,
To smell again,
Like the smell of rain or,
The smell of freedom.
Wind,
Is the Messenger,
Between person to person,
Between place to place.
But for me,
Wind,
Is my Messenger of Hope,
Hope to believe again,
Hope to understand,
Hope that I will return home,
And hope to keep my life intact,
For I never will know these things,
If it weren't for the wind,
My Messenger of Hope.

poem by Music Galore
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The battling humanity

When the battle is over
everything goes blur in fever
rattles of voice deafening the ears
in joyous victory the winner, one beliefs
in painful lost the loser, another beliefs

in the middle
humanity cries in agony unbearable.

mankind oh mankind
you share the same soul
a fraction of yours
is the spark of the loser
why the murder?
why the murder?
let me live, cries humanity loud.

poem by cyclopseven Ram
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The Prime Commandment

Of Murder, Manslaughter, Homicide! Oh! Such is this a Crime.
The three whilst so common are often much confused.
Murder is planned, intentional, real and with life, on the line.
With which DARK evil forces take hand in hand.
Manslaughter, whilst wicked is unplanned or premeditated.
Or so it is oft pleaded and said anyway.
Manslaughter, Murder, Homicide, ? The saddest of all fates.
Best avoided, if one is to reach an old age?
Learn? Homicide chiefly occurs in a Murder!

………………………………………………………….

Manslaught er, a soft cloak for Murder sublime.
In self-defence Murder can be culpable.
Most Cops and Crime victims from time to time agree.
Justifiable, some say, in preventing atrocious crime.
But! No one has a just cause to Murder.
Life of a King, President, Fly or a Bum is still precious.
To Kill, should not form any part of Life’s plan.
Make just natural life wastage healthy reason to develop.
May those a hawking DEATH rot forever in their HELL! -------------------

The Thousandth Man 12th December 2007

poem by Philip Winchester
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Running Out Of Time

Been around this world so many times
If you could only see my mind
I watch my secret heaven turn to hell

Faith alone has guided me
The ghost of my own destiny
I haven't even got a soul to sell

All the thing I put me through
I wouldn't wish my hell on you
You'll never know what's going on inside

Just another lonely broken hero
Picking up the pieces of my mind
Running out of faith and hope and reason
I'm running out of time
Running out of time

Trouble always seems find
A way to live inside my mind
My haunted head and me remain alone
Underneath my masqerade
A simple man who's so afraid
I try to find a light to guide me home

Momma please just hold me tight
Feeling so afraid tonight
Cause your the only one that really knows